Chapter 6: On The 4th Day of Christmas...

December 17th...Wednesday morning at breakfast, McGonagall told all the students that classes would be canceled for the day as a holiday treat. Draco received a note, just shortly after that. He was surprised it was signed this time.

Draco,

Meet me at ROR at noon.

HP

He quickly glanced up at the Gryffindor table but Harry was nowhere in sight. Draco spotted Blaise and Pansy coming toward him and quickly stuffed the note in his pocket. He didn't know why he didn't want to share this with them. He just didn't. They sat beside him and began to eat.

"So what's today's plan, Drake?" Blaise asked.

"Didn't have one." Draco shrugged.

"What are we supposed to do for an entire day of no classes?" Pansy asked.

"Get to know the other students in the other houses?" Draco asked. Both Blaise and Pansy looked at him, eyes wide.

"Are you serious?" Pansy gaped. Was he? He wondered, himself.

"Yes. Yes I am." he admitted. He caught the eyes of the other Seventh Years, who were looking at him. "I think since this is our last year and all, we should at least try and be friendly with our classmates. We won't see them ever again, if we're so lucky. This could be our last chance to make some honest and decent friends. I know I'd like to try, and I plan on starting today." And with that, Draco got to his feet and headed over to the Gryffindor table, specifically targeting a certain redhead and his fuzzy-haired gal pal.

"Where do you think Harry's gone off to?" Ron asked as Draco neared them.

"With him, who knows? You know how secretive he gets sometimes."

"True. But still. I was hoping to beat him at Wizard's chess today."

"Don't you get tired of beating him?" Hermione asked.

"Nah. I know he lets me win to make me feel better about being his friend. The whole jealous of his fame thing during Fourth year."

"You still thought he put his name in?"

"At first. I got over it ya know." Ron grinned. Hermione bumped his shoulder with her own.

Suddenly a shadow fell over them and they both glanced up to see Draco standing there.

"Oh, hey Draco!" Ron stated brightly and without rancor. Draco, surprised, backed off a step.

"Who are you and what have you done with the real Ronald Weasley?" he demanded. Both Ron and Hermione burst out laughing. "Oh laugh it up you two."

"The look on your face was priceless, Draco." Hermione giggled.

"Ok you both are officially scaring me. What's going on?"

"Nothing. We've just decided that 7 years is a long time to hold a grudge." Ron replied.

"Well, actually, Harry sat us both down and basically told us to grow up. Life's too short and all that." Hermione explained.

"Bravo, Harry Potter." muttered Draco. Then he looked at Ron. "So, Ronald. Can I interest you in a game?" He pointed to Ron's chess set. Ron, never one to pass up an opportunity for fresh meat, vigorously nodded. Hermione rolled her eyes and decided to head back to the common room to read.

At noon, Draco found himself in the hall opposite the Room of Requirement. The door appeared, and taking a deep breath, he went inside. The room resembled a day spa he and his mother had gone to when they had gone on a vacation to France. He was surprised.

"Potter?" he called.

"Back here!" came the reply. He followed the sound of Harry's voice to a room near the back. Harry was laid out, face down on a table, with a towel draped over his arse while an house elf was massaging his upper body. Harry looked up at him. "Hey, Malfoy."

"Potter. What's going on?"

"Don't right know. I got a note this morning when I woke up telling me to be here at noon and to send you a note to do the same."

"Odd." Draco had to resist the insane urge to smile. He'd set this up for Harry and apparently, Draco's own gift giver had the same idea.

"Indeed." Harry nodded. Another house elf popped into the room and Harry smiled brightly. Draco forgot to breathe for a moment as he drank in that smile. "Hello, Dobby."

"Good afternoon, Harry Potter. I see Master Malfoy is here as well." Draco was shocked.

"You know me?"

"You should, Malfoy. He was your family's house elf." Harry stated.

"Where's he been all this time? I know Father was furious one day."

"He's been here at Hogwarts. He's a free elf you know."

"How?"

"I freed him, Second year, just after I'd beaten Voldemort in the Chamber. Dobby stopped your father from using an Unforgivable on me. Your father was right pissed about that one."

"Do you know when he got home that day, he killed another house elf with his bare hands?"

"Sorry about that." Harry sighed.

"It's all right. Bastard's gone and I could care less." Harry nodded in understanding and looked at Dobby, who waited politely while they finished their conversation.

"Dobby, what are we doing here, anyway? Not that I'm complaining of the service." he moaned, when the elf on his back, massaged a tense spot on his shoulders.

"You've both been asked here for an entire day of relaxation and pampering. It seems that your secret gift givers saw fit to grant you both the same gift on this day, so we thought it easier to do it at the same time."

"Is this safe?" Draco wondered. "Who else knows we're here?"

"Headmaster McGonagall and Professor Snape are the only ones who know. You're quite safe. Enjoy your day, sirs." And Dobby popped back out.

"Now why do you suppose our Heads of House stuck us here together, knowing we'd probably kill each other?" Draco wondered. Harry had pulled his glasses off and placed them on a table near his arm. He put his head down and closed his eyes.

"Who cares, Malfoy. Just enjoy something for once instead of analyzing it." Harry mumbled. Draco had to admit that the massage looked quite good. Keeping his eye on Harry, he quickly shed his clothes and hopped on the second table. A towel immediately covered his naked bottom and a second house elf popped into existence, going to work on Draco's back and shoulders. After a while, he started to relax and enjoy it, as Harry requested.

They were both completely relaxed when they climbed into a warm bubbling pool about an hour later. Harry leaned his head back against the side and closed his eyes with a sigh.

"I could get used to this." Harry grinned. Draco opened an eye beside him and looked at him.

Merlin! He's adorable! Instead he replied, "Get used to what?"

"Being pampered. Not having to do anything but lie back and enjoy." Draco's mind vanished for a second at those words, clearly thinking of some other meaning for them.

"You didn't do that at home?"

"With The Dursleys?" Harry scoffed. His tone surprised Draco. It was full of scorn and he began to wonder what Harry's life was like in the muggle world. "Don't make me hit you, Malfoy. I was starting to enjoy your company."

"Harry." Draco stated. Harry looked at him sharply and Draco gave him a small smile. "I really would like to know. I've always been under the impression that you had a wonderful life."

"Apparently, you were mistaken." Harry sighed. Taking a chance, Draco slid closer to Harry until their naked thighs were touching. Was it Draco's imagination or did Harry's breathing just pause?

"I want to know." Draco replied. Harry looked him in the eye for any type of hidden trick and saw honest curiosity.

"I was little more than a house elf." Harry began. He told Draco the whole sordid story right up to the night that Hagrid rescued him from the house n the rocks.

"You've got to be joking?" Draco exclaimed. "A car accident? The whole entire wizarding world knew about your parents!"

"Except me. The Dursleys basically tried to beat my magic out of me, thinking that would be the end of it. You should have seen my uncle when all these Hogwarts letters starting flying around the house like bats in a belfry."

"And Dumbledore kept sending you back there? Lot good that did! Those insane beasts could have killed you!" Harry was honestly touched by Draco's defense.

"Believe me, they tried." Harry replied. Draco blinked owlishly at him.

"And I had you pegged for a fame chaser. You must think so little of me."

"I used to. Guess I've grown up a little."

"I think we all have. Weasley beat me 3 games to 2 at chess this morning."

"Did you let him?"

"Gods no! He's simply good."

"You should have seen him First year when we were going after The Stone. He was amazing." Harry grinned, proud of his friend's accomplishments. Draco smiled in return and they were silent for a while. Harry had his eyes closed and appeared to be asleep. Draco bit his lip, deciding on something.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" he replied, lazily.

"I'd like a chance to make things right with you. We got off on the wrong foot and I know I'm to blame for that."

"You were an arse. Don't mince words." Harry stated, opening his eyes and staring at him hard.

"OK. I was a conceited arse. Happy now?"

"Immensely." Harry grinned. Draco found himself grinning in reply. He raised his hand up out of the water.

"Hi. I'm Draco Malfoy, pureblood, Seventh Year Slytherin." Harry took his hand and shook it firmly.

"Harry Potter, half-blood, Seventh Year Gryffindor. Pleasure to meet you, Draco." They were silent for a time.

"Want to play Firsts?" Draco suddenly asked.

"Sure." Harry nodded closing his eyes again.

"First time you rode a broom?" Draco began.

"First year, Madame Hooch's first lesson." Harry answered.

"You've got to be joking?" Draco exclaimed for the second time that day.

"Wizard's honor!" Harry grinned.

"Some guys just have all the bloody luck!" Draco cried, exasperated. Harry found that extremely hilarious and burst out in an extreme fit of laughing. It took forever for Draco to find out what was so funny. When Harry made reference to an 1980's Muggleborn named Rod Stewart who had a song of the same name, Draco dunked his head under the water in retaliation. This started an all-out water fight, that left them both laughing hysterically.

They continued their First game during a manicure session.

"Ok. First time you kissed a girl?" Draco wondered.

"Molly Weasley. Totally in a Mother-Surrogate Son capacity of course."

"I meant a real girl, Potter! Honestly!" Harry grinned at him.

"All right. First girl I kissed was Hermione."

"What? When?"

"Fourth year, Triwizard Tournament, right before the Dragon Task. Don't tell Blaise that though. He might kill me."

"Blaise? Blaise Zabini? Slytherin?"

"Hermione's current boyfriend. Yes, that Blaise Zabini."

"Boyfriend?" Draco was shocked. "Isn't she going out with Weasley?"

"Been there, tried it, didn't work out, moved on to greener pastures."

"Well I'm simply scandalized." Draco said.

"You haven't heard the best one...Ron's got a thing for Pansy." Draco's eyes widened.

"Good grief! Now I'm definitely scandalized." Wait till Pansy heard that one. Draco grinned. "I don't think I want to know anymore. Wait. Since your friends are all on a let's-snag-a-Slytherin kick, is there anyone in Slytherin you fancy?" Please say it's me! He silently begged. Oh wait, Draco. Harry's not gay! Harry looked at him for a moment before glancing away with a blush.

"Well...there is this one Slytherin I fancy." Harry said in a small voice. Draco felt his heart pounding hard in his chest.

"Do I know this person?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe. It's a little tricky right now because...I don't know how this person feels about me. I mean, if I approached this person to ask them out, would they say yes for the purpose of saying they got to go on a date with The Boy Who Lived, or is it because of my boyish charm?"

"Anyone who goes out with you just because of your fame ought to have their bloody head examined. You're a good person, Harry."

"Thanks, Draco." Harry smiled. Draco felt the warmth of the sun in that smile. He was so tempted to lean over and kiss him, but he didn't want to ruin their newfound friendship.

"Ok...first time you had sex?" Draco asked. Harry's eyes widened and this time his blush lit up his whole entire body. Draco was shocked.

"You've got to be joking?" he exclaimed once again. Harry laughed and lightly punched him in the arm. "Not even once?"

"I'm as pure as newly fallen snow."

"Bloody hell, man!" Draco exclaimed. Dear God, my Harry is a virgin! Will wonders never cease?

"It's not like I didn't try! I just felt the timing wasn't right."

"Who?"

"Chang. She was still upset over Cedric and I didn't want to take advantage of her that way."

"You're too bloody noble for your own good. I'd be absolutely mental by now if I don't get it at least once a week."

"I don't see what the big deal is." Harry shrugged. Draco was speechless.

"What? The big deal is that it lets off steam!"

"I want it to be with someone I love, who can love me in return." Harry sighed, looking away. Draco closed his eyes on a sigh. My dear sweet Gryffindor. You don't know how happy you've made me.

"If you could date any woman in the world, who would you date?" Draco asked, quickly changing the subject. He was rock hard and being near the virginal Gryffindor wasn't helping him any.

"Draco. I'm going to be totally up front with you. I don't fancy women in that way." Draco gaped. Tell me I just didn't hear that?

"What was that?"

Harry sighed and looked him straight in the eye.

"I'm gay, Draco. I've known it for quite some time. That's the reason why I didn't shag Cho."

Merlin, help me! Draco groaned to himself. He began to imagine Millie Bulstrode in a thong. When that didn't work, he imagine Snape in a thong. That helped a little, but not much. He tried thinking about McGonagall naked and in a thong and got a pained expression on his face. Harry mistook his expression for something else.

"And now you hate me." Harry started to get to his feet but a hand on his arm stopped him. He sat back down and looked at Draco. Draco had a strange look in his eye. It made Harry swallow nervously.

When Draco had put his hand on Harry's arm, he had every intention of telling him that he didn't hate him. But the second his hand touched Harry's body, Draco's brain shut down and his whole body thrummed with desire.

"Draco." Harry whispered, finally understanding.

"Harry." Draco groaned, wrapping his hand around the back of Harry's neck. Their lips slammed together in a needy kiss and Draco was lost. Harry's lips were like silk under his and he deepened the kiss, drawing a low moan from the man in his arms.

Harry had dreamed of kissing Draco for so long, this seemed surreal to him. He felt the blonde's tongue caressing his lips and he opened his own, allowing him entrance. Draco's tongue touched his in slow delight and he moaned. Draco tilted his head and deepened the kiss a little more. Harry felt a hand traveling down the front of his body and he shivered at the first hesitant touch on his already hard cock. Draco backed off on the kiss but Harry didn't open his eyes, too lost in the sensation of feeling.

"Look at me, love." Draco whispered. Harry slowly opened his passion-laced green eyes. Draco was staring at him hungrily. "I want this. I want you. But I want to take this slow. I don't want to rush you into anything you aren't ready for."

"I know." Harry smiled. "When I'm honestly ready, you will be the only one to know."

"Thank you for bestowing upon me your most precious gift." Draco smiled, kissing him lightly. It made Harry dizzy. When he felt recovered enough, he moved out of Draco's arms and gave him a slight smile.

"Draco. The Slytherin I was referring to...it was you."

"I know." Draco smiled. Harry smiled in return and the went back to talking about safer subjects over a game of table tennis.

Not a bad way to spend the 4th day of Christmas.